Respecter Poems | Examples

Love In Twilight Age

Love in the twilight age
Is a ripe love
No longer about perfect 
But about giving a comfortable feeling 
To go back home.

Love is never not a respecter of age
It's just that it doesn't fit in the early stage
Some says it has still acid taste when over ripe
Nevertheless able to onboard the last trip
Though early or last but love is never late.

My Take For Today

Why is it that we try to rush God? Haven't we learn that we cannot rush Him? He is the creator of time and everything that exists and in His time it will happen whatever we ask in faith. He have no respecter of persons, however He does have respecter  of FAITH (Favor As I Trust Him). The Bible says over and over that God is no respecter of persons. 
We go to service, some on Saturday and some on Sunday and for the rest of the week forget Him (not all but some) and give Him minimum time doing the rest of the week. Please, I am not talking about everyone but some. If you are not in this category, praise God!
I'm personally learning, even in my senior years to have more time with Him because I need Him everyday of the week and so should you.
Take this as an encouragement and what He have for you to do in this present time we are living in, through good and the bad, He will bring you through it all.
His Son Christ Jesus have given us all the help we need, the Holy Spirit of God.
(Romans 2:11-16; Acts 10:34-43 & other places too)

Truth Proclaim

They are the rare
The illuminated man
The children of the true King
The Father of all who trust and obey.
Pain may come
He strengthen them all
Pity intrudes
Rebuking surprises them
Guilt eludes.

Deception disgusts and envy astounds
Misfortune challenges
Malice confounds.
They are the trust
The honorable
The honest
The just
The vulnerable 
In His name no blame.

With no respecter of person
But respect of faith
Faithfully join
To the promises of youth.

They are the cleaned with purity
Charitable few.

Where Is He That Will Feed Me

WHERE IS HE THAT WILL FEED ME

An invisible thief,
Beyond the dark horizons,
Our hearts will once more sing,
For those who leave us for awhile,
We believe their journey just begun.
Life holds many facet but this Earth is only one.

The destiny of every living being.
An unquenchable flame.
A strong wind without a wind breaker.
No man shy away from you irrespective of his powers.
We can’t stop you, but you stopped us.

You do husband and wife apart,
Kill the rich and the poor,
And they abandon all the struggles and wealth of the earth.
You fear no giant neither do you pity children.
You sneak into home and make it empty.
Oh death! A respecter of no home. 

You separate people from the joy of life,
A place of no day and years,
Wrap them in comfortless embrace,
Enshrouded with sorrow and tears.

Oh death, An uninvited guest!
You serve people breakfast with grieve,
Without them seeing you for appreciation,
Leaving them with everlasting lamentation
where will our help come from?
Who will treat us like him?
Where is he that will feed us.

Sad Thoughts

Sometimes i would like to have an affair with death/
kiss her beautiful lips/
& paint lasting memories in her mind 

I would like to shake her hands/
unearth her secrets/
& throw my anger through the window pane

sometimes i would like to figure her touch/
feel her withered skin/
& crawl beneath her scary legs  

I would like to dine with her/
taste those meals she fries/ 
& asks her "Why"

I would like to share a conversation/
maybe ask why she is called "Death"/
death - a respecter of no person

The Grim Reaper

In the shadows of my mind
I see there painted black
Suffering as if he’s blind
In the darkness is his knack

Pain and sorrow he brings
Knowing that we dread
The day when he rings
The bell whom we’ve fled

Our demise brings him glee
Like it will bring others grief
From him we cannot flee
He comes around like a thief

For tender worries to remind
Why he might hold back
His grim touch unassigned
Demise that will attack

Mysterious and filled with fear
He delights in our termination
Welcoming us any time of the year
With a sad and gloomy flirtation

Whether morning, noon or night
He isn’t a respecter of persons
Often greeting us with fight
Against some illness that worsens

Ethereal silence accompanies him
With a vague, misty beckoning
Coloring our hearts a deep grim
Because it’s the day of reckoning

As I contemplate the time of death
With curiosity that is quite eerie
I am assured that I will draw breath
In paradise where it is never dreary





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August 20, 2020

Prerogatives

Diverse ideas vie for fecund place 
In my mind and heart these days, 
Every new thought sees the next
As an invasive unwelcome guest. 

And being a democratic fella at heart, 
I just wouldn't wish to play major part
As judge if privilege and freedoms be
Basis why litigious kinsmen disagree.

To every thought there's natural right
Enshrined in legal folios beyond fight: 
Any idea may claim an acre of mind, 
In any random astute brain they find. 

And so I a respecter of sacred things
Such as fragile rights of mute beings, 
Must let every instreaming opinion in; 
And call null their war and brutish din. 

For, has not every sovereign thinker, 
Rights of their own to soundly tinker,
And censor apt and odd notion alike, 
That within their wild cranium spike?

Loving Or Tolerating

Loving Or Tolerating?
Written: by Miracle Man
5/30/2020

Don’t sit on the sideline but enter the game,
then hear all voices equally in the public forum.
Stop saying things with intent to inflame,
skin color shouldn’t determine our decorum.

Disaster and evil today touches our lives,
from burning and pillage it takes years to recover.
But sooner or later the good survives,
in search for answers, faith, we rediscover.

The message of Jesus can change any life,
only then will perspective toward racism vary.
Let thoughts rest on eternity and afterlife,
God didn’t intend that love be arbitrary.



 Acts 10:34 
34 Then Peter opened [his] mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons:
1 John 4:20
“If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?”

We Can'T Be Complacent With Covid-19

WE CAN’T BE COMPLACENT WITH CODVID-19
We are fighting an unseen enemy
It is real not rare- this coronavirus
At this time of COVID-19 pandemic being our enemy
Don’t be complacent Mr. Clean 

You may have lived all your life being clean
Be you a laborer, officer, medical practitioner or an academician
Coronavirus is no respecter of personality, celebrity or position 
Have you taken notice of this?

Bath twice or thrice with ten tablets of soap and So Clean
Put on your underwear, boxer and dress up from head to toe
Mingle, commute and socialize all day
Then check your scrotum you’ll find a dusty mud-like dirt.

Have you bothered to ask yourself where it came from?
We’re all at risk
So keep observing the protocol for the stoppage of the spread
No matter who told you as long as they are endorsed by WHO.

Do them and be safe and save others
Stay safe, don’t be complacent
If you think you’re smart the virus you see not is more smatter
Stay safe, we can overcome only if you and I care

Covid-19

Toast to the gods
For even glorified men
Are nothing like gods
At the feet of COVID-19

A respecter of none,
The demon slithers 
Down the trench
Where man's essence dwells

Corona, the reward of good
In Roman tales
But in ours,
Penance for iniquities

Drink up, me hearties
Corona is fast approaching
For that which you can't fathom
Destruction is nought but a dream

Coronavirus Blues

Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy

Too much information making all of us dizzy

Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine

Running out of toilet paper making us mean

“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour

Scientists scrambling now to find the cure

Hurry!


(Chorus)

COVID-19 apolitical

Proper testing so critical

Slow response hypocritical

Naysayers hypercritical

Division and strife

Don’t take my life

Give it back!


What started out in China as an epidemic

No respecter of nations totally pandemic

All around the world countries shutting down

Even New York City looks like a ghost town

Is there no end to this viral mess

As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?

Scary!


(Chorus)

COVID-19 apolitical

Proper testing so critical

Slow response hypocritical

Naysayers hypercritical

Division and strife

Don’t take my life

Give it back!





March 14, 2020
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Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup

The Cat Burglar and the Monk

Scaling the walls outside
Like an agile athlete
Prayers is going out
For the sinners, the needy
And just as the demons retreat
A sudden drop of cold sweat
Rush down the monk's forehead
For a faint sound of a window pane
Falling to the floor in splinters
The last syllable paused
To a sound so sinister
In the dead of night
Two eyes meet
It was love at first sight
The jewel the thief stole
Was the monk's heart
Incidents like this makes
Many relate to fate
For the monk love boosted his faith
As for the cat burglar
She found love and salvation
Love is  divine
She couldn't help but tarried
In a few months wedding bells rang
Who would have thought 
An unusual union
Love is no respecter of persons

Night Horror

It came without warning four hours before morning,
respecter of no man nor beast,
though the house was secure it had got in before
and headed straight up the stairs for a feast.
In bed I'd just turned when I felt my leg burn
as the fearsome thing tore at the skin,
I twisted and jerked, none of these tactics worked
as its teeth burrowed further within.
Now prostrate on the floor, I scrambled for the door,
gritted teeth in the silence, I begged,
but no mercy was shown, and I think it's well known
that there's nothing like cramp in your leg.

If God Can

Sept 1,2014
IF GOD CAN

If God can make a tall tree out of a tiny seed,

If He can answer a little declaration by Joshua changing the cause of time from year to leap year,

If He can lay the sins of the whole world on one man(JESUS), altering the time frm BC to AD,

If He can put His Spirit in mortal clay like me,

If He can sustain life and the existence of things for millions of years without the help of any,

If He can publish and sustain the message of the new covenant using unlearned men,

If He can still keep to his word irrespective of who is who,

If He can still maintain his nature and stand as a respecter of no man,

If He can still keep his covenant with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, David etc millions of years after them,

If He can show his grace, kindness and mercy on an undeserving man like me because the cross happened,

What is it that He cannot make possible?

God Can!!!

Racists Would Have Been Logical

The most precious thing is breath;
It's the wall between life and death.
A universal and unifying energy
that gives mortal bodies synergy.
More than a mixture of elements,
It is nature's super supplements.
Not a respecter of race or religion;
it spans across realms and regions.
Racists would have been more logical
if breath and skin colour are identical.
What leaves the body at death is vital,
Not race but what makes us mortal.
As long as breath of life has no colour,
Racism will remain a sign of dishonour.

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